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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book I. Inscriptions: Still Though the One I Sing

Still though the one I sing,
(One, yet of contradictions made,) I dedicate to Nationality,
I leave in him revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless,
indispensable fire!)

#Americans #XIXCentury #1855 #LeavesOfGrass

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THITHER, as I look, I see each… nestling close, always obligated; Thither hours, months, years—thith… establishments, even the most minu… Thither every-day life, speech, ut…
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Earth, round, rolling, compact—sun… words to be said; Watery, vegetable, sauroid advance… of the future, Behold! these are vast words to be…
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Book XXIII: Reversals

Let that which stood in front go b… Let that which was behind advance… Let bigots, fools, unclean persons… Let the old propositions be postpo… Let a man seek pleasure everywhere…
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NOW, dearest comrade, lift me to… We must separate awhile—Here! tak… Whoever you are, I give it especi… So long!—And I hope we shall meet…
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Book V. Calamus: Here the Frailest Leaves of Me

Here the frailest leaves of me, an… Here I shade and hide my thoughts… And yet they expose me more than a…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Dead Emperor

To-day, with bending head and eyes… Less for the mighty crown laid low… Thy true condolence breathest, sen… Mourning a good old man—a faithful…
Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: Faces

Sauntering the pavement or riding… Faces of friendship, precision, ca… The spiritual-prescient face, the… The face of the singing of music,… judges broad at the back-top,
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Race of Veterans

Race of veterans—race of victors! Race of the soil, ready for confli… (No more credulity’s race, abiding… Race henceforth owning no law but… Race of passion and the storm.
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Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: The Singer in the Prison

O sight of shame, and pain, and do… O fearful thought—a convict Soul! Rang the refrain along the hall, t… Rose to the roof, the vaults of he… Pouring in floods of melody in ton…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Bravest Soldiers

Brave, brave were the soldiers (hi… the fight; But the bravest press’d to the fro…
Book XIX. Sea-Drift: To the Man-Of-War-Bird

Thou who hast slept all night upon… Waking renew’d on thy prodigious p… (Burst the wild storm? above it th… And rested on the sky, thy slave t… Now a blue point, far, far in heav…
Book XX. By The Roadside: A Boston Ballad (1854)

To get betimes in Boston town I r… Here’s a good place at the corner,… Clear the way there Jonathan! Way for the President’s marshal—w… Way for the Federal foot and drag…
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Apparitions

A vague mist hanging ‘round half t… (Sometimes how strange and clear t… That all these solid things are in…
Book IV. Children of Adam: One Hour to Madness and Joy

One hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not! (What is this that frees me so in… What do my shouts amid lightnings… O to drink the mystic deliria deep…
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: The Unexpressed

How dare one say it? After the cycles, poems, singers,… Vaunted Ionia’s, India’s –Homer,… dotted roads, areas, The shining clusters and the Milk…



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